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"
Is
it
a
nice
one
?
"
inquired
Lottie
.
"
I
want
to
go
and
see
it
.
"
"
You
must
not
talk
,
"
said
Sara
.
"
Miss
Minchin
is
looking
at
us
.
She
will
be
angry
with
me
for
letting
you
whisper
.
"
She
had
found
out
already
that
she
was
to
be
held
accountable
for
everything
which
was
objected
to
.
If
the
children
were
not
attentive
,
if
they
talked
,
if
they
were
restless
,
it
was
she
who
would
be
reproved
.
But
Lottie
was
a
determined
little
person
.
If
Sara
would
not
tell
her
where
she
lived
,
she
would
find
out
in
some
other
way
.
She
talked
to
her
small
companions
and
hung
about
the
elder
girls
and
listened
when
they
were
gossiping
;
and
acting
upon
certain
information
they
had
unconsciously
let
drop
,
she
started
late
one
afternoon
on
a
voyage
of
discovery
,
climbing
stairs
she
had
never
known
the
existence
of
,
until
she
reached
the
attic
floor
.
There
she
found
two
doors
near
each
other
,
and
opening
one
,
she
saw
her
beloved
Sara
standing
upon
an
old
table
and
looking
out
of
a
window
.
"
Sara
!
"
she
cried
,
aghast
.
"
Mamma
Sara
!
"
She
was
aghast
because
the
attic
was
so
bare
and
ugly
and
seemed
so
far
away
from
all
the
world
.
Her
short
legs
had
seemed
to
have
been
mounting
hundreds
of
stairs
.
Sara
turned
round
at
the
sound
of
her
voice
.
It
was
her
turn
to
be
aghast
.
What
would
happen
now
?
If
Lottie
began
to
cry
and
any
one
chanced
to
hear
,
they
were
both
lost
.
She
jumped
down
from
her
table
and
ran
to
the
child
.
"
Do
n't
cry
and
make
a
noise
,
"
she
implored
.
"
I
shall
be
scolded
if
you
do
,
and
I
have
been
scolded
all
day
.
It
's
--
it
's
not
such
a
bad
room
,
Lottie
.
"
"
Is
n't
it
?
"
gasped
Lottie
,
and
as
she
looked
round
it
she
bit
her
lip
.
She
was
a
spoiled
child
yet
,
but
she
was
fond
enough
of
her
adopted
parent
to
make
an
effort
to
control
herself
for
her
sake
.
Then
,
somehow
,
it
was
quite
possible
that
any
place
in
which
Sara
lived
might
turn
out
to
be
nice
.
"
Why
is
n't
it
,
Sara
?
"
she
almost
whispered
.
Sara
hugged
her
close
and
tried
to
laugh
.
There
was
a
sort
of
comfort
in
the
warmth
of
the
plump
,
childish
body
.
She
had
had
a
hard
day
and
had
been
staring
out
of
the
windows
with
hot
eyes
.
"
You
can
see
all
sorts
of
things
you
ca
n't
see
downstairs
,
"
she
said
.
